Hellfire Peninsula.
Seventeen years had passed since the Sundering of Draenor.
The once-beautiful, life-filled planet was now nothing but desolation and wasteland. Its landmasses had shattered, with only a faint trace of gravity holding the continents together and keeping them from breaking apart any further.
But even though Draenor's destruction had wiped out most of its species, and the once-flourishing orc clans had splintered, migrated elsewhere, and suffered countless casualties, the Burning Legion still refused to relinquish its hold on the planet.
Magtheridon and Kazath still commanded the fel orcs and demon armies, maintaining their control over the world.
Yet beneath the darkness, the seedlings of hope were slowly growing.
The remarkable adaptability of mortal life gave the flower of hope the strength to endure.
The need to survive drove the various races to recover after the wars, especially the Draenei.
Tempered by the flames of war twice over, the Eredar once again found a chance to survive as exiles.
Carrying the hatred and pain of their past, they struggled to rebuild their cities and homes, hoping to find somewhere peaceful and quiet to live.
Under Prophet Velen's guidance, the Draenei fortunate enough to survive began reclaiming their hope. Carrying their departed friends' and relatives' longing for life, they would bravely pursue a path toward survival.
For most people, sometimes simply staying alive was a luxury.
"This little fellow is adorable." Yrel stroked the Arcane Construct's little head, her bright, wide eyes blinking with curiosity.
Khadgar had plenty of spare time. While integrating the lightforged crystal, he had taken care to shape the construct's body like a puppy.
Yrel had seen many small animals in Terokkar Forest before and wanted to bring a few young ones back to raise in the city. But food was scarce there, and feeding the